Day Seventy-Six And A Half
Dear Diary,
It’s almost sunset.
Gargoyle time.
I hike up the swirly staircase to the Summer Palace roof. Sammy the Scepter stays firmly gripped in my right hand. With every step, more questions whirl through my mind.
Who is this gargoyle guy?
Why does he want to help me?
And most importantly, why would a random gargoyle know I need help at all?
The stairs end in a kind of wooden shed. Dying beams of sunlight peek through the gaps in the slats. My heart rate goes berserk.
Here we go.
My hand trembles as I push open the door. This tower’s roof is a square space that’s about ten yards across. A waist-high stone wall encircles everything.
What’s beyond the roof makes me shiver with awe. Such a view. It’s one thing to walk through the Pink Forest, Golden Va
